Many times a day I think of my sister Jen who passed away in June. I was walking through our lunch room and these things were hanging in the vending machine. For a minute I was back in time, sitting at the kitchem table in my parent's house with Jen, watching her douse her chips in ketchup. I knew I had to try them. I have to say, they were pretty nasty. But Jen would have loved them.
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